D Evil in the D

by Shawn Misener

beware the bare behind of his folly
laugh not at his shadow

women plan his downfall
dwarf his cloud hubris with disaster

"freefall foxy folly to the earth
blood the soil purple plain"
they sing from solitude spaces

when he whistles wasted in the rain
finally the fall we've waited for 
and when the devil dies he divides
enough evil for everybody